Individual


I'll see the eyes, that looked in mine
Always hiding the thruth from me
The spirit of the individual
Screaming with my mouth shut
Pretending nothing has happened
Cause there's no-one left to blame
Cruel images, clouding my vision
Am I what I planned to do
The haunt for contonent and mutaual concessions
Or am I what I am competent of
Does life seem worth while to you
Looking for the dream that keeps coming back
The images of our desting oblivion
It should help me help myself
But my tortured brain tells me
I've reached for the answers to soon
So don't follow me I'm lost too
The world expects a pose
I love a thousend yet none
One by one, alone in silence, we stand
In line
Screaming without making a sound







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